ebookslot Chapter 60 Fine at the bottom, coarse at the top
Chapter 60 Fine at the bottom, coarse at the top
"good!!!"
Zhang Pinyou was the first to shout it out, her face flushed with excitement and her fists clenched tightly.
Beside him, the dark-skinned, burly general clapped his hands and laughed loudly, his voice booming:
"A hero emerges from among the young! That's fucking amazing skill!"
He stroked his chin, squinted at Zhou Xing, and suddenly began to recite poetry in his accent, a mixture of Fengtian and Lu dialects:
"From afar, Zhou Xing looks dark and blurry, but his fists are thin yet his strength is formidable! If you turn Zhou Xing upside down, the bottom is thin and the top is thick!"
This poem... if it can be considered a poem at all, is still so bluntly "vulgar".
The martial arts practitioners in the building listened with strange expressions, wanting to laugh but daring not to, their expressions quite fascinating.
Zhou Xing's eyelids twitched, and he remained silent.
"So it was that dog-meat general. His poetic talent... truly lives up to his reputation."
"General Zhang, you flatter me." He bowed towards the upstairs.
"However, Master Zhou,"
Among the crowd, one boxer couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Was the sparring a bit too brutal? Master Wu may have made a mistake, but he doesn't deserve to die..."
These people were either on good terms with Wu Liuzhi and Chen Heming, or simply felt that Zhou Xing had acted too ruthlessly.
"Ruthless?"
On the second floor, Gong Baotian slowly stood up. He was not tall, but at this moment he stood like a mountain. His gaze swept over them, and the whispers immediately disappeared.
"Fists and kicks have no eyes, but the rules were set long ago."
Old Master Gong's voice was deep and slow, yet firm and resolute: "Wu Liuzhi first violated the code of the martial world by launching a sneak attack with a hidden weapon, and then fed him a deadly poison. His heart is despicable! Zhou Xing fought back in the face of danger; what wrong has he done?"
A hammer is fixed.
His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the defiant boxers:
"The truth of today's events is crystal clear. You have all witnessed Zhou Xing's efforts."
"The spread of Southern Kung Fu to the North doesn't mean Southern Kung Fu has surpassed Northern Kung Fu; it means that in this chaotic world, both styles of martial arts can learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, forging a new path of self-reliance!"
"Back in the day, when the 'Five Tigers Descended to the South,' Gu Ruzhang, a Shaolin boxing master from the North, was renowned throughout Guangdong and Guangxi for his Iron Sand Palm technique. He went south and opened a martial arts club, which was right across from the famous Cai Li Fo boxing school."
"But instead of becoming mortal enemies, the two families exchanged disciples! Master Gu's disciples could learn Cai Li Fo, and Master Tan's disciples could learn Northern Shaolin."
"What magnanimity! Master Ye's trip south to teach martial arts today is for the same reason. Gentlemen, it's time to put aside sectarianism."
Zhang Zhankui also spoke up at the opportune moment, trying to smooth things over, but also making his stance clear:
"What Master Gong says is true. Back then, when Grandmaster Yang Luchan went north, he integrated Tai Chi, benefiting countless martial arts enthusiasts in the north. Mr. Sun Lutang learned from many sources; did he only learn the northern styles?"
He smiled and looked at Ip Man: "You've all seen how well Master Ip Man's Wing Chun students are doing today."
Our Tianjin Martial Arts Promotion Association is in dire need of a master like Master Ye, who possesses both genuine talent and an open mind to guide us.
In my opinion, we should invite Master Ye to be an "honorary director," and then we can hold regular, genuine exchange meetings.
Northern and Southern martial arts masters should learn from each other, exchange skills, and improve their own skills. In this chaotic world, passing on the skills of our ancestors and becoming stronger is the right thing to do!
This position not only gave Ip Man a very high status, but also dissolved the antagonism of "Southern Kung Fu spreading to the North," turning it into "North-South exchange and common progress."
The dust has settled.
Gong Baotian announced that today's meeting would be adjourned and that everyone could leave. He said that matters concerning Guo Zhen's funeral arrangements and the charity's investigation would be announced separately.
The crowd began to move slowly through the theater, each person preoccupied with their own thoughts, and the buzzing of conversation never ceased.
Some people stepped forward to help the injured, some shook their heads and sighed, some excitedly mimicked the moves Zhou Xing had just made, and others had shifty eyes and unfathomable thoughts.
The already turbulent Tianjin was further complicated by this incident. The truth behind Guo Zhen's death was revealed, the charity organization came to light, Zhou Xing emerged out of nowhere, and the landscape of the Northern and Southern boxing circles underwent subtle changes...
Everyone felt that things were about to get turbulent in Tianjin again.
Guo Zhen's body was also wrapped up by his disciples, accompanied by several close martial arts masters. The group, with red-rimmed eyes, returned to the Guo family home.
Zhou Xing climbed the steps and arrived at the second floor.
Ah Liang looked at him, his lips moved, and he managed to utter a sentence:
"Zhou... Senior Brother Zhou."
Ip Man looked at him, a gentle and gratified smile on his face, and simply nodded.
Zhang Zongchang strode over, patted Zhou Xing's shoulder forcefully, and laughed heartily:
"Good lad! Just my type!"
As he spoke, he pulled a dark, heavy iron plaque from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhou Xing's hand.
"I'm in dire need of a skilled and tough martial arts instructor! Come and join the fun when you're free! Good wine and meat galore!"
The iron plate was cold to the touch, with the character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress") on the front and a tiger head pattern on the back.
Zhang Pinyou added from the side, her eyes sincere: "Brother Zhou, even if you don't take up the post, you are always welcome to come and catch up."
Zhou Xing cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, General, Brother Zhang."
Gong Baotian walked over, looked Zhou Xing up and down a few times, and slowly said, "Wing Chun as the core, incorporating elements from various schools, you've chosen the right path. Good, very good."
Zhang Zhankui looked at Zhou Xing thoughtfully, then suddenly asked:
"Master Zhou, it seems you have more than just a foundation in Wing Chun? You also possess the spear techniques of Xingyi and the body-manipulating skills of Bagua? I wonder if you have other teachers or lineages?"
Zhou Xing frankly replied, "Senior has excellent eyesight. I was indeed fortunate enough to glimpse a little bit of Xingyi and Bagua. Today's situation was dangerous, and in a moment of desperation, I combined them into one move. It was just a lucky escape."
Zhang Zhankui said "Oh," nodded, and didn't ask any further questions. His smile remained, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, everyone dispersed.
Ip Man, along with Zhou Xing and Ah Liang, left this noisy and troublesome place.
It was already afternoon when I returned to Yuelai Inn. In the courtyard, the shadow of the old locust tree stretched obliquely across the ground.
Ah Liang went to make tea and boil water, while Ip Man returned to his room to prepare to clean his clothes, as he would be living directly in the clubhouse from now on.
Zhou Xing sat on the stone bench and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
This charity event, after much planning, was almost a success.
First, by taking advantage of the biggest platform in Tianjin's martial arts world, they exposed the name "Charity Association" and its insidious activities of refining human pills and stealing identities to the light of day.
From then on, this was no longer just a rumor circulating in the shadows of the martial arts world, but a crime that was confirmed before the Gong family, the Zhang family, and even the generals of the Fengtian Army.
Going forward, this mysterious and deeply rooted organization will find it difficult to operate entirely in the shadows, as it will soon face scrutiny, suspicion, and even attempts to eliminate it from various factions.
Of course, he also became a thorn in their side.
The last words spoken by the thing possessing Guo Zhen's body were no exaggeration.
"A challenge?" Zhou Xing's eyes narrowed slightly.
Secondly, this battle effectively opened the door for Master Ye's Southern Fist style to spread northward.
Wing Chun is no longer just a "soft, southern style of kung fu," but a hard skill that can be used in real combat, kill people, and even take on ten opponents at once.
Zhang Zhankui's title of "Honorary Chief Instructor" was the best stepping stone and a talisman.
From then on, the name "Zhou Xing" carried a new and weighty significance in the martial arts world of Tianjin.
He went from a struggling police officer to finally gaining a foothold on the chessboard of this collapsing era.
Then there are the boxers.
These local tyrants from all walks of life in Tianjin may carry ancestral heirlooms or items acquired by chance.
A keepsake might be a jade pendant worn for many years, an old ancestral knife, or even a copper coin polished to a shine.
Having made a name for myself and established my authority today, I will naturally have more opportunities to interact with you in the future.
Pay attention, and you'll always reap the rewards.
"The charity will undoubtedly face a period of chaos, as investigations from all sides will force them to tone down their activities. This lull is precisely the opportunity for me to digest what I've learned and make further progress."
"Han Muxia's Bagua True Meaning, Guo Zhen's Xingyi Spear, the realm of Dark Force needs further consolidation and expansion..."
A gentle breeze swept by, and the long, drawn-out sound of a ship's horn drifted from the direction of the Haihe River.
Zhou Xing was pondering what to eat for lunch. He had been so busy fighting all day that he hadn't eaten a single grain of rice.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the courtyard gate.
Zhou Xing got up and opened the door.
Sun Youfu slipped in, his breath slightly rapid, and whispered:
"Old Zhou, we have news."